So, uh... things have been quiet around here as of late. And I don't know whether to count that as a good thing or a bad thing...?

Probably only a temporary state of affairs. I have a feeling something's bound to happen, whether it's for better or worse.

*stomach quietly rumbles, sets off in search of something to eat*

Teyla sits cross-legged in the middle of her room and calmly sips a cup of tea, sweetened with honey. Her eyes stray now and then to the door, daring to hope that she might see more than one pretty face come to interrupt her afternoon meditation ritual.

So, Lorne? Up for another bout of sparring?

Er, is there a polite way to ask Teyla to not pack me tuttleroot soup for lunch?

Ma'am? Major Lorne and Dr. Dumais brought back a new "tuttleroot" plant. Shall I put it in your office?

:sick from Teyla's tuttleroot soup:

:throws up over one of the balconies:

:feels like crap:

Dr. Dumais? Want to accompany me on a mission?

*pouts* I don't wanna be tested for STDs. I'm fine. Not even coughing.

*wanders aimlessly through the base, with no objective*

*is extremely bored*

*does not wish to be held up in the batcave her lab for days on end again, though there are things that could probably be worked on ( Read more... )

Greetings. I seem to have been lost in a time vortex for ever so long. Did anyone miss me? *absently tilts her head back to appraise everyone causing her breasts to perk up a little*

Sheppard loves Dr. Weir~~ Sheppard loves Dr. Weir~~~

:drunk:

:sings loudly throughout the halls:

:laughs at own cleverness: